Felih snorts, finally dropping the pout. "You and I both know that's a lie," he says. his tail finally starting to sway more playfully instead of thumping irritably over Koori's legs.
After a moment, though, his ears droop and pin backwards slightly.
Felih can't help but laugh. This dork... He relaxes considerably and leans down to playfully and affectionately bunt his forehead to Koo'ri's, although he does have to be mindful of the other's horns to make sure he doesn't accidentally scratch himself on their tips.
"...yeah," he says, before pulling back and finally getting off his friend, offering him his hands. "Let's get back to the inn and clean up. It's been a long day."
Felih laughs a little, tugging up the giant Au Ra, before shaking his head. "I... don't think so. We're a long, long way from the Steppe- I think we'd be hard-pressed to find Steppe food anywhere outside of the bigger cities," he muses. "And even then, it might be difficult..."
His ears perk up a little, curiously looking at him. "The Steppe... it brings to mind the Xaela, but- aren't you Raen?" he asks, curious.
"Yeah, worth a shot though. Gridania food's all vegetables after all. It's gotten better though."
Koo'ri shrugged a little, half grinning. "Grandma was a Mol, and would cook for us when she was alive. Emee liked to say that the spirits reside in everything after all, even the food. She passed the food down the family line, even if we were living under the sea."
Felih laughs a little. "It's a bit hard to hunt in the Twelveswood, from what I hear of the contentious relationship between its residents and the elementals," he chirps, sidling against Koo'ri as he walks along, ears perking up curiously as he listens to the story.
"I see... That sounds lovely. It's nice, to be able to pass things down, and remember. Living under the sea seems so nice... The blessing given to us- mayhaps it is the greatest treasure I've yet come upon. To breathe in water as in air is... a comfort, and a joy," he muses, tail swishing happily as they walk along.
Felih grins. "I know, I know. I tend to find myself missing fish whenever we go too far inland, so I guess it must be just as strange for you to be without meat. I'll go and try to find something to prepare, if you like. You tanks and your insatiable appetites," he teases, amused, tail brushing against Koo'ri's.
Still, he hums a little. "Funny, how we've ended up like this. I wonder if the others ever feel so strangely about our lot in life."
Felih laughs a bit, shaking his head. "You lot are ridiculous," he says, as if he doesn't also eat a ridiculous amount of food if given the opportunity. Still, he's tired and relaxed, letting himself slowly become at ease.
"I'm so tired, though... I think I'll wash up then nap. Maybe I can face the rest of the day then," he murmurs.
Felih smiles, happily brushing his tail against Koo'ri's scaly one, before he chirps, "Thanks. What about you? Do you have anything pressing to do, this evening?"
He's more than ready to just go bathe and nap, but he tends to feel uneasy leaving any of his party members unattended for too long, considering they all had a penchant for getting into trouble. (Himself included, admittedly...)
"Ah, paperwork for the return of the axe," said Koo'ri. "You know Rowena, if we're returning a defective product, she needs proof that it's defective. Also, it'll keep me out of trouble."
Felih snorts then, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I wouldn't say it's defective, really- it's just weighted wrong for you. I'm sure if you told her, her smiths could make sure it's weighted properly for someone your size and build," he chirps helpfully, humming as he looks over the weapon in particular. "You always gotta be careful with any weapons like that- if they're not suited to you, they'll need to be weighted and adjusted until they are, otherwise it'll hinder you."
Felih hums a little. "If that's the case, it might be out of commission for a while... do you have any other weapons to wield in the meantime? It wouldn't do to be left unarmed, considering our luck..." he muses, mulling the situation over. Still, he's exhausted and it's starting to show.
He leans sometimes to one direction, as if losing his balance just slightly, his blinks lasting longer than they should, his eyelids heavy. He just wants a nice bath or rinse, and then to curl up and sleep after a day of dungeon-diving.
Felih shakes his head. "No, no, I'm fine. Just- it was a long day. Long night. We were out for a while," he says with a tired laugh. "And with so many monsters to fight out there, we didn't get much of a break, did we? Aren't you tired?" he chirps curiously, tilting his head.
"I'm a warrior, I can do this all day. But for the most part I'm just hungry." said Koo'ri with a shake of his head. "Go on, take a nap and I'll get dinner started."
Felih can't help but laugh then, grinning as some mirth comes back into his eyes. He gives Koo'ri a friendly bunt of his forehead to his shoulder, purring and chirping. "You tanks and your appetites. Alright- if you're sure... I'll leave dinner to you."
His ears wiggle at him, a playful but grateful gesture, and he pulls back to go and get some much-needed rest.
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After a moment, though, his ears droop and pin backwards slightly.
"...hey... Don't chain me again, please."
He averts his gaze, his voice soft.
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"...yeah," he says, before pulling back and finally getting off his friend, offering him his hands. "Let's get back to the inn and clean up. It's been a long day."
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"Getting kinda hungry for the old steppe food."
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His ears perk up a little, curiously looking at him. "The Steppe... it brings to mind the Xaela, but- aren't you Raen?" he asks, curious.
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Koo'ri shrugged a little, half grinning. "Grandma was a Mol, and would cook for us when she was alive. Emee liked to say that the spirits reside in everything after all, even the food. She passed the food down the family line, even if we were living under the sea."
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"I see... That sounds lovely. It's nice, to be able to pass things down, and remember. Living under the sea seems so nice... The blessing given to us- mayhaps it is the greatest treasure I've yet come upon. To breathe in water as in air is... a comfort, and a joy," he muses, tail swishing happily as they walk along.
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"I know right? I can't live without it to be honest. Literally can't but that's besides the point."
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Still, he hums a little. "Funny, how we've ended up like this. I wonder if the others ever feel so strangely about our lot in life."
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"Yeah I know right? There's a lot to be said about adventurers, just random ones who zoom around doing things."
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"I'm so tired, though... I think I'll wash up then nap. Maybe I can face the rest of the day then," he murmurs.
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"Go ahead, I'll probably get the water ready for you then."
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He's more than ready to just go bathe and nap, but he tends to feel uneasy leaving any of his party members unattended for too long, considering they all had a penchant for getting into trouble. (Himself included, admittedly...)
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"They'll have to redo the entire axe head I think."
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He leans sometimes to one direction, as if losing his balance just slightly, his blinks lasting longer than they should, his eyelids heavy. He just wants a nice bath or rinse, and then to curl up and sleep after a day of dungeon-diving.
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"Did you overwork yourself again?" he asked.
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His ears wiggle at him, a playful but grateful gesture, and he pulls back to go and get some much-needed rest.